I might puke
Way back in spring of 1998, Erika, Jonas and I went on vacation together to Hawaii. It was the first time we'd ever done something together as adults and we had a really, really awesome time. Erika lived in Arkansas, Jonas was here in Oregon and I lived in LA. Erika flew in to LA to spend the night with me before we both left together the next day for our trip. I was so excited for this vacation and Erika arriving that, well, I puked right before I left for the airport to get her. That quickly became the measuring stick for excitement in our family. One can claim to be excited, but unless there's some up-chucking involved, how much anticipation is there really?
I'm feeling awfully close to pukey over getting the Charmer. PLUS Erika gets here Wednesday for a long weekend (Bri's college graduation is this weekend!). Come Wednesday night, I might seriously need someone to hold my hair.
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2 comments:
If your hair were long enough, I'd hold it from back here in DC. Everything will go great with the house, it will! And then you'll be cursing because you have to move and unpack and all that stuff.
Just liberally dose yourself with some of your margaritas through the whole process. (Did I mention that I am only *slightly* bitter that you didn't ever make me a margarita??)
Mary K - pop that baby out, pack up the fam, and get your booty out here to visit! I will make you PITCHERS of margaritas, if you like.
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